Yang Feijun raised his eyebrows and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

"She's going to talk to you. Su Tong said, handing over the phone, "You should also have your own mobile phone, I used to think that Big Brother was too bulky, but now the mobile phone is not big?"

Yang Fei said with a smile: "It's not convenient for me to take it to class, okay, I'll listen to you, with one, so that you don't have to trouble answering all the calls, my secretary." ”

Su Tong gave him a blank look.

Yang Fei took the phone and asked, "Miss Ruoling, are you looking for me?"

"I just want to ask you, what did you say when you went back? Did you mean that I bit it, or did you fall on horseback?"

"......" Yang Fei directly cut off the phone.

Su Tong asked in surprise, "What's the matter?"

Yang Fei's face did not change: "I still ask about cooperation." I didn't know how to answer, so I hung up. ”

Su Tong said: "According to what you just said, I think your idea is right, we should find a backer, if there is something wrong, there is also a person to talk to." Otherwise, anyone can bully us. We don't have anyone to use it!"

Yang Fei pondered slightly and did not answer.

He thought of what Jiang Hanying had said to him, it seemed that she had already known that the Chen family was going to cooperate with her, right?

Do you want to talk to Jiang Hanying?

Su Tong snuggled up to him obediently, and said distressedly: "I suddenly thought of a poem." ”

"What poem?" Yang Fei asked.

"Suddenly, I saw the willow color of the strange head, and the penitent husband was looking for the marquis. The willow color is just a metaphor, different people think of different things. When I see you like this, I regret that you are so rich. ”

"Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, if we work in a factory and earn two or three hundred yuan a month, do you think there will be no trouble?"

"Well, that's going to be even more troublesome. I used to have a deep understanding that I had to think twice about what I bought, because my relatives were sick and didn't dare to go to the hospital, and the house was so dilapidated that I didn't have the money to repair it. In comparison, I'd rather struggle. Even if it's a trouble, at least it's a money problem. ”

Yang Fei smiled: "You are quite enlightened. ”

"Isn't it often said in the world that people would rather cry while sitting in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle? In fact, how long can a person cry when he sits in a BMW? How many days can you laugh when you sit on a bicycle? After laughing, it's endless pain. ”

Yang Fei said: "So, we only have to work hard." Especially at this point, if we are defeated by others, then we will not only have nothing, but we will also owe hundreds of millions of debts, don't you think about it?"

"I've figured it out a long time ago, that's why I'm following you. Su Tong sneered, "With you, I'm very relieved." You must not leave me alone. ”

Yang Fei touched her face lovingly: "Fool." ”

He fell into deep thought again.

The National People's Congress, outside the school, under the shade of the tree.

Yang Fei put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at a spider on the leaves.

The spider struggled to build its web, just to find a bite to eat, no matter how fragile the web was, as soon as the wind blew and the rain hit, it would break.

It's broken, it's a big deal to start again.

Life is like this, keep working hard, and work hard, as long as you are not defeated by life, you can always find that bite to eat.

"Yang Fei!" Jiang Hanying's pretty shadow appeared in front of Yang Fei's eyes.

She wore a white coat and legs under jeans, slender and straight.

"Jiang Hanying, hello?" Yang Fei nodded politely.

"It's rare that you can ask me out!" Jiang Hanying blinked, "I have to see if the sun comes out of the west today." ”

"Stop joking. We're all old classmates. ”

"Is it just an old classmate?"

"Ahem, what, find a place to sit?"

"Well, I know there's a clear bar, where there are very few people and it's very private. ”

Hearing the word private, Yang Fei's mind flashed bits and pieces of her past.

He regretted that he couldn't overlap his memories with the people in front of him.

The past was so close to him, yet so far away.

It was just evening, and the bar had just opened, and it was deserted inside.

There were only two women in the store, one standing inside the bar tidying up, and the other wiping outside.

"Welcome. ”

"Two people, a bottle of red wine, a fruit bowl. Jiang Hanying said.

"Inside please. ”

The lights inside are dimly set, and on the ceiling, there are a screen full of plastic vines and flowers.

The two rows of booths are separated by high backrests to form a private space.

There was a small bandstand in the corner with a guitar next to it, and its owner had not yet arrived.

Yang Fei and Jiang Hanying sat down and smiled at each other, but did not speak.

The store is full of soft music, soothing music, and dim lighting, which makes people's emotions gradually relax.

The wine and fruit platter were served.

Jiang Hanying poured two glasses of wine, smiled lightly, and turned the cup in his hand: "Yang Fei, you said, if you have a chance, we will warm the wine for the rest of our lives." ”

Yang Fei also picked up the wine glass and touched her lightly.

Jiang Hanying said: "Red wine doesn't need to be warm, but it also has a touch of romance." ”

She took a sip of the wine in her glass, gently wiped the corners of her mouth, and said, "I haven't drunk in a long time." Break the vows for you today. ”

"For a long time, meaning you've drunk alcohol before?" Yang Fei asked.

"I've drunk it, and I've drunk it every day since I graduated. Do you believe it?"

"I believe it!" Yang Fei also drank the wine in one gulp and said, "Because I also drink it every day." ”

Jiang Hanying suddenly lay on the table and cried bitterly.

Yang Fei looked at her speechlessly, unable to say a word of comfort.

The shopkeeper seemed to sense it and turned up the music a little louder.

In this way, her crying was drowned out by the music.

The wine entered the bowels and turned into lovesick tears.

Yang Fei suddenly understood the artistic conception of this poem.

He reached out and took hers.

Her hands were so cold, and they seemed to have a familiar taste.

"Little Shadow. Yang Fei blurted out, shocked that this title was far away from him, but it was too late to close it.

When Jiang Hanying heard this call, she cried even more.

"Yang Fei. Jiang Hanying squeezed his hand and shouted in a choked voice, but he couldn't speak.

The two of them just shook hands and sat wordlessly.

Yang Fei filled himself with a glass with his left hand.

Jiang Hanying heard the soft crisp sound of the wine bottle clinking the glass, so she raised her head, picked up the glass first, and tilted her head to dry.

"I thought you would never come to me again. Jiang Hanying's nails pinched into his palm.

Yang Fei's hand didn't hurt, but his heart hurt.

The last time they met, it was like that, and he told himself not to come to her again.

Still, he came.

"Xiaoying," when she recovered a little, Yang Fei asked slowly, "Do you know Chen Ruoling?"

Jiang Hanying wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Did she look for you?"

Yang Fei snorted: "Did you already know her?"